02:05:24 [poems of a schizophrenic jailbird]

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'Farest fair.'
A merriment of sound, inside the fair.
nights frolic youths laughter, cacophony!
candy-filled caves, chew the delight
sweet substance, pink wisps of sugarlee!
coconut shire, topple, three chances the poud
a meleen confused, the dodgems parade!
caught in round, cage fast spinning round
hopes, a lady luck presence, arcades gamble made!
the waltzers wonder, shakes a dizzy relief
bouncy castles inner, inhibitions past!
a night sky filled. the ferris wheel overclocks its last!

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'Canned.'
It's "CAN A LAUGH" the benign satire,
but dyuty to a laughter liar,
you'll pretend, the hollow bodied quips
as jocular company, notice your silent slips,
is there some shallow writing scout?
so inhumane, not to listen, the spoken shout,
enough I say "NO LAUGHS" to seed a viewers mind
deep contempt, "CANS" your talking hinde!
perhaps I am the fault, thickened introvert!
too caught in myself, I scour, your panned out cert!
forever, I rewind, my mind, perused joke,
single to a knowledge "CANNED" burden yolke!
I, a single digit, in the populations mass,
envy, one and all, who "CAN" let your insult pass,
this I send, for knowledge, your sure to "CAN!"
but the drooling pulp, never more, you get the
LIFE TIMES BAN!

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Quick step.
Martyr, to a ghosts facade,
of these shambled truths,
to pretend, ignorant to a fact,
ambivalence the shroud,
awakening, I have found,
but to, APPEASE time?
those hands, I wish to stop,
circles consumed, ever turning,
I quake, reverbs sound,
but why?
indifferent to the ground!

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